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Show -144 and joking, his juggling and dancing, was a seriously disturbed soul. What else can you say about somebody that tries to jump out of a flying airplane? If I hadn't grabbed him he would have been gone. And who could help him now? Jacob was too impractical and Alice too self-concerned. As for Morgan-well no one could tell what that dippy desert flower might do. She might be the best thing for my little brother, or she might send the whole situation galloping away out of control in some unforeseeable direction. What help Carlo received would have to come mainly from me. I was a little crazy myself but that was fine-it gave me insight into my brother's condition. I have had the urge to jump from a high place too, and find out what the world was all about. Leaps of faith aren't all figures of speech. I had taken Morgan to the ruins of the old amusement park. We lay side by side on a flat rock in the middle of the river; above us the rickety remains of the roller-coaster track rose, plunged and dipped against the sky. I put three fingers into the cold dark rushing water and flicked them at Morgan. She raised her head. "When he was eleven years old Carlo wrote a comic poem about a frog and won a national contest for high-school students. Can you imagine-eleven years old! He's the best of us. The brightest one in the family." She half-closed her eyes, making a delicious fold at |
